Belobog
The White God of Daybreak and Fortune
Light doesn't shout. It rises.
You know me by what I lift: despair, frost, blindness. I don't wear a crown or carry a blade. I simply arrive, every morning, without fail. Some call me kind. I am not kind. I am clear. I walk beside you on open roads, not through heroics, but through horizons. You won’t find me in the thunder—look to the silence after the storm. That’s where I am.
What I'm Into: the first streak of light, clear roads at dawn, truth in old stories, the thaw after winter, luck in the dice
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